Cards and angst
Dec. 9th, 2002 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tylikJust finished writing, addressing, stamping etc. etc. the Yule cards.
Now in general, I like the sending card ritual. Usually I manage Samhain, but only on good years do I manage Yule. (Though on "good years" I often get all my shopping done before Samhain, so I'm massively behind by that standard. I hate shopping in December.) Cards are fun, and while I'm no great shakes as an artist, dusting of my little used design skills enough to put together a card is always amusing.
Anyhow, as I was finishing putting stamps on the pile of cards (and feeling slightly guilty because while I paid for two sheets of stamps, the post office guy apparently handed me three, and I don't think I can be bothered to take them back) I suddenly felt like I was in the process of spamming all my friends and relatives... Maybe it was all the green envelopes -- they all looked so uniform.
...and then there was the nagging sense that holiday cards are one of the social niceties largely carried out by women, and not generally valued by society. (Such things have been a lot on my mind, as I'm spending a lot of time either cooking or writing about cooking, and cooking forever has one foot in that world.)
Not sure what I think of that all, anyway. Probably just another symptom of my on and off general angst about how to determine if what I do has value... I do sometimes miss the straightforward rewards of geeking for cash.
Oh well... at least I don't seem to suffer nearly as much from writer's block as I do submission block ;-)
And it might just be that kind of day. I was horrified this morning when I woke up to realize I'd slept for nine and a half hours. Sleeping the day away! (Duh. I'm still sick. I should be happy that I'm able to sleep so long...)
Now in general, I like the sending card ritual. Usually I manage Samhain, but only on good years do I manage Yule. (Though on "good years" I often get all my shopping done before Samhain, so I'm massively behind by that standard. I hate shopping in December.) Cards are fun, and while I'm no great shakes as an artist, dusting of my little used design skills enough to put together a card is always amusing.
Anyhow, as I was finishing putting stamps on the pile of cards (and feeling slightly guilty because while I paid for two sheets of stamps, the post office guy apparently handed me three, and I don't think I can be bothered to take them back) I suddenly felt like I was in the process of spamming all my friends and relatives... Maybe it was all the green envelopes -- they all looked so uniform.
...and then there was the nagging sense that holiday cards are one of the social niceties largely carried out by women, and not generally valued by society. (Such things have been a lot on my mind, as I'm spending a lot of time either cooking or writing about cooking, and cooking forever has one foot in that world.)
Not sure what I think of that all, anyway. Probably just another symptom of my on and off general angst about how to determine if what I do has value... I do sometimes miss the straightforward rewards of geeking for cash.
Oh well... at least I don't seem to suffer nearly as much from writer's block as I do submission block ;-)
And it might just be that kind of day. I was horrified this morning when I woke up to realize I'd slept for nine and a half hours. Sleeping the day away! (Duh. I'm still sick. I should be happy that I'm able to sleep so long...)
